you say, "come over, baby, i think you're pretty"
i'm okay, i'm not your baby
i'm okay, i'm not your baby
Sunset is perhaps Calypso’s favorite time of day. To see it from above was one thing, but to experience it in person was an entirely different affair. A perfect mixture of purples, pinks, golds, and oranges over the horizon where the water reflected it all in its glory, meant that on the heels of such a brilliant display sat the very stars she and her siblings had come from.
It’s here, on the beach during such an event, as the sun sinks below the horizon of the water in the distance, that she stretches, digging her feet into the sand, before putting her hair up in a loose knot. She has gone shopping since the trip, but with the warmth of Longheat, the attuned finds herself wearing a gold and orange bikini, a sheer and ivory crop top to cover her shoulders, indulging in the mere simple things.
Of course, she notices the ships at the dock, one in particular that she had watched quite often. But, much like her mother and her father, Calypso is smart. She isn’t one to simply stroll up out of the blue. She has nothing to say, so far. Not until she gets a better lay of the land. So instead, she notices how the water brushes against the shores, how it slips into Rae’s Fingers and the shadows that try as they might to not be noticed slipping into their shadowy confines. She notices the eyes on her, the secrecy others try to harbor, and even the lingering Hels on the beach fighting over someone’s spilt dinner.
Stepping out into the water, a chime of a laugh leaves her as her leg jolts away from the water and its surprising cold in comparison to the warmth lingering in the beach. But it doesn’t stop her from delving further into it, until its reached her thighs, where she can drag her fingertips through the waves that hit her over and over again, both powerful and gentle enough to jostle her.
It’s here, on the beach during such an event, as the sun sinks below the horizon of the water in the distance, that she stretches, digging her feet into the sand, before putting her hair up in a loose knot. She has gone shopping since the trip, but with the warmth of Longheat, the attuned finds herself wearing a gold and orange bikini, a sheer and ivory crop top to cover her shoulders, indulging in the mere simple things.
Of course, she notices the ships at the dock, one in particular that she had watched quite often. But, much like her mother and her father, Calypso is smart. She isn’t one to simply stroll up out of the blue. She has nothing to say, so far. Not until she gets a better lay of the land. So instead, she notices how the water brushes against the shores, how it slips into Rae’s Fingers and the shadows that try as they might to not be noticed slipping into their shadowy confines. She notices the eyes on her, the secrecy others try to harbor, and even the lingering Hels on the beach fighting over someone’s spilt dinner.
Stepping out into the water, a chime of a laugh leaves her as her leg jolts away from the water and its surprising cold in comparison to the warmth lingering in the beach. But it doesn’t stop her from delving further into it, until its reached her thighs, where she can drag her fingertips through the waves that hit her over and over again, both powerful and gentle enough to jostle her.
Calypso
if you think i'm pretty, you should see me in a crown
